I may not yet be pregnant but in my head I’m already a mum… I know I’m not actually a mum, I mean I’m not delusional but emotionally… I’m there.
We have already chosen a name of a little girl; not quite there on a boy but I’m sure we’ll think if something. I’ve already cleared most things out of the room, we know what furniture we want to choose to go in there; two bags of clothes have been donated from a close friend who knows were trying. I have imagined how I’m going to decorate the room, all the toys and photo frames, lighting and the chair I’ll sit in when I’m nursing our baby.
I can picture us walking around the block to get them to sleep, walking around the house when they won’t sleep, the little bath in our own bath and the little towel they’ll snuggle up in to get dry.
I know how I want to decorate the house at Christmas and where their stocking will hang for them on Christmas morning and how exciting it’ll be with just the twinkling fairy lights lit.
I know it’s going to be hard; I know it’s going to be challenging and it’ll change our lives. I know there’s going to be days where I won’t get a minutes peace and will have to deal with that on very little sleep. I know my emotions will be a roller coaster and my body will never be the same again. I know that there’ll be nappy explosions, fevers and vomit. I know our house will not look like it does now and I also know how much lego hurts when you stand on it!
I can’t wait though.
Bring it on.
Fingers crossed for cycle 4 as always… thinking positive.